The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 299

As the waltz began, Ferris spun me out onto the dance floor.

His movements were surprisingly skillful.

I looked at him in shock, subtly glancing over to where Mrs. Lennox and Leon were standing, but my line of sight was completely blocked by Ferris's tall frame.

"It seems I've interrupted your fun," Ferris said, his large hand resting firmly on my waist. "What's wrong? You agreed to be my date, but you're thinking about dancing with someone else?"

I pulled my gaze back, locking eyes with his chiseled face as I explained, "That's not true."

It was just that I couldn't easily refuse earlier.

"Not true?" Ferris suddenly pulled me closer. His hot breath ghosted across my face, his tone low and restrained. "Yet from your expression just now, it looked like you were longing for it."

He was simply throwing baseless accusations at me.

Feeling slightly helpless, I could only appease him. "Since I agreed to be your date, I will naturally fulfill my duties."

The grip on my shoulder suddenly tightened. His hand unconsciously increased its pressure as he echoed, "Your duties? Then shouldn't I be praising you?"

His words were steeped in sarcasm.

I was in no mood to bicker with him.

The cocktail I had swallowed during the toasts suddenly flared up in my stomach without warning. My hand resting on Ferris's shoulder trembled slightly as I realized the brandy was much stronger than I had anticipated, slowly eating away at my rationality.

I was a little drunk.

The hand on my waist tightened slightly. A flash of impatience crossed Ferris's brow. "There's such an annoying protocol?"

Leon smiled faintly. "That's just how a waltz works. You'll get used to it once you attend a few more of these."

Ferris silently withdrew his gaze, spinning me out into a dangerously wide arc. The hem of his suit brushed past Leon's brilliantly polished oxfords.

It was as if he was drawing a distinct boundary between the two of them.

The violin notes abruptly soared higher, signaling the partner swap. Leon closed in and clasped my suspended wrist.

Under the influence of the alcohol, I found it somewhat hard to stand steady.

Leon seemed to notice this, gripping my hand a little tighter. With a teasing tone, he whispered into my ear, "Selena, do you remember from anatomy class how skeletal muscles lose 30% of their grip strength under the influence of alcohol?"